HERA
I sat alone in the grande dining room, the clinking of my fork against the ceramic plate echoing through the empty space as I ate breakfast
The solitude was almost oppressive, a stark contrast to the usual bustling energy of the palace when I was still working as a maid.
Dare I say, I kinda miss the energy.
I’d gotten used to this over the past few weeks, but today, there was something different in the air.
That same unsettling energy I’d felt last night during the blood moon— the same one that came from that room, the one that clung to the shadows, just beyond reach—was stronger now, almost tangible.
I set my fork down, frowning slightly as a strange awareness prickled at the back of my neck. All the air at the back of my neck stood in attention, alerting me.
What is this fe
